Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase were sitting by the lake one month after their first kiss when Percy realized something.
"Annabeth?" Percy asked.
"What Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth smiled.
"I'm glad that you aren't the prettiest girl at camp." Percy told her before realizing how that sounded.
"Excuse me." Annabeth put her hands on her hips as she stood up.
"Gods, that came out wrong." Percy rubbed the back of his neck.
"How was it supposed to come out?" Annabeth demanded.
"I love that you aren't afraid of your hair being messy. I love how when you first wake up you look like death. I love that you don't need make-up to look like you. Annabeth, I love your imperfections." Percy explained. Annabeth looked thoughtful.
"What do you mean you love my imperfections?" She asked.
"I love you in all the ways that you aren't perfect. In my eyes you are gorgeous, but not in the way that every guy would want to date you. You are beautiful, smart, amazing, and you are imperfect." Percy smiled. "Annabeth, I love you for you."
"I think I understand what you are trying to say." Annabeth finally sat down next to Percy again.
"Really?" He asked. "because I'm not sure I understand it myself."
"I understand." She nodded. "That's why I'm glad you aren't the smartest person in the camp."
"Thanks." Percy muttered sarcastically.
"You aren't stupid." Annabeth rolled her eyes. "but you can always make me laugh. I love how your hair never stays straight. I love how you have crooked teeth. I love how you love my imperfections like I love yours."
"I love you." Percy said as he leaned towards his girlfriend.
"I love you too." Annabeth replied.
With that the imperfect couple held hands and shared a kiss. They laughed, because who wants to be perfect anyway?